#x;; others muses

[radiance1]

Vlad: Would you like to form an alliance... with me?

Ghost writer: Absolutely. Absolutely, I do.

Now, Vlad should know better than to ally himself with someone who broke the Christmas truce, buuuut. The call for DnD is so tempting that he just had to do it.

He then dragged Daniel and his friends into it as well. Daniel dragged his sister along and then the Fenton parents found out and, well.

It suddenly became a thing.

Oh well, both Vlad and Ghost Writer sculpt up some lore from each of their character sheets, weave a world from words and then drag a random number of people to act as their 'players.'

It was supposed to be people from Amity Park, but there was a miscalculation on that part, and honestly you can't even blame them because they've been weaving nonstop and Vlad ignored quite a bit of sleep to try and make this perfect as he could.

So instead of civilians they dragged in a few members of the Justice League and, well.

As long as they play by the rules nothing would hopefully go wrong...?

[st4rd0lly]

i will never shut up about possessive dazai. ever. oh my god. he doesn’t even know how it starts, but he’s just… so into you for whatever reason. honestly, he can’t think of any reason not to be into you at this point, you’ve got this man absolutely WHIPPED. still, he knows that he shouldn’t be in a relationship… he’s scared to be in a relationship no matter how much he denies it. so he just settles for maybe arranging a FWB situation for the two of you !! no romance, no being forced to confront feelings, just lust. that’s all he tries to focus on ! but there’s one issue </3 you’re completely oblivious to his advances and the sexual tension he’s TRYING to make, he’s stumped for once !! he thinks maybe you’re trying to play hard to get but he soon realizes that you just… don’t understand !

that’s when he starts having issues, if you’re this oblivious to his advances, how many other people have done similar? with you just brushing it off? so he starts clinging onto you, subtly for the most part but extremely obvious if you squint. the interest turns into an obsession really, you’ve got him hooked

[expectiations]

I still find it funny that people call eleven a "deadbeat husband" and their marriage "toxic" but twelve is the "perfect husband" and their marriage "wedded bliss" all because of the few moments we'd seen between 11 and River were them being "toxic". yes of course! let's ignore how the minisodes show how that description isn't true and even how little moments in the episodes themselves – "what? that's it?" (why haven't you kissed me goodbye? are you being sly on purpose so I'd kiss you first?) and "they wouldn't bury my wife out here" and the music room is the heart of the home and it's not a ghost story, it's a love story – show 11 cared and put in the work and yes, they're going to have disagreements like the ones in TATM because duh who doesn't but it does not mean it is the entirety of their relationship but people have taken it and made it the entirety of their relationship.

[beastologist]

One other reason why I'm more inclined toward Buck & Tommy? They understand each other's line of work, but they are NOT working in the same firehouse. They WON'T be constantly attached to the hips all day at work and outside of work. Just like Hen, Bobby and Chimney do have their significant others outside the 118 firehouse, I would prefer for Buck to have a significant other outside the 118 firehouse, too. Remember how Hen basically said Buck doesn't have anyone outside the 118? That's a potential difference and improvement Tommy could make for Buck.

[jmdbjk]

GROCERY STORE PIZZZZAAAAAA OMGGGG

Please tell me it wasn't Walmart pizza. I thought perhaps it could be Whole Foods or some other slightly "upscale" grocery store pizza. Don't tell me it was the fucking Walmart pizza... I'm cryingg..

Oddly, the U.S. trailer has no music track. The other versions are playing SKOOL LUV AFFAIR in the background whyyyyyy????

We might see the little cafe in Jeju where Tae posted the pics. It is at the base of that mountain with the Buddha statue. It is not where they rented the sailboats though.

Yes, Jiminie, that's the correct leg position. You must show those fish who has the bigger balls.

They rented another motorcycle in Jeju!!

They had so much fun. I cannot express how happy it makes me to see how happy and content they are in these short clips.

[solacium]

presence // aventurine

he'll never outrightly ask you what it is, not at the outset.

he might find you curled on the couch, quiet, trying to breathe out the something in your chest that writhes and constricts, or in tears, but he won't ask, only sit quietly with you, lean against you, the weight of him enough to reassure you of his presence. maybe you reach for him, curl into the hollow of his body, and he'll let you, hold you until the tears stop, or you can feel your hands again, or you fall asleep, to the steady rhythm of his heart.

you'll wake, or look at him, and he'll speak, then, maybe look back at you with those iridescent eyes that you love, as he asks, softly, if you're feeling better, if you want to talk about it.

he'll keep you company, either way, listening. there is a steadiness in the weight of his arms around you, in the even beat of his heart against your back. you'll have to move, eventually, one of your legs falling asleep under you, and you'll both laugh, and shift. he gently disentangles himself from you, to get you something to drink. you settle back down, curled around each other, talk quietly until the sunlight changes.

[stars-n-spice]

Ugh.

Sometimes I remember that Bad Batch gave us this badass Black woman who was a liberator of ancient wonders and was like Indiana Jones but fucking cooler and witty, charming, and FUN and so so so nice and caring and understanding and she befriended the Bad Batch and gave them a safe place in the galaxy to call home and then made her the love interest of the heavily autistic coded white-washed Maori man and thus made them an interracial couple

AND THEN-

they killed off Tech and then used Phee as an uber driver for s3 and didn't give her any closure or anything for his death.

[feralwritings]

eddie: oh my god they don’t care if i live or die

reader, said with barely contained lust: if he dies it’s gonna be me who kills him

[triaelf9]

you know what, I think I've worked out why I'm cool with some folks hating a character I like, or liking a character I hate, or liking hating a ship I like/hate etc and I think it's HOW they approach it

Is their beef with the character/ship? or have they made it about the people who like/hate the character/ship?

like "I hate Bungles, he's such a CREEP" as apposed to "everyone who likes Bungles is a ding dong and clearly has terrible taste in partners b/c they like BUNGLES like come ON who likes BUNGLES?? MORONS??"

It's the turning it into a moral thing, the "ooh I'm better b/c I hate Bungles" thing I think that ticks me off. Going after real life ppl b/c you hate (or like!) a fictional character so much "Anyone who hates Bungles should DIE" like oof, no thanks. Turning into a purity/clout/moralistic war where you attack features and traits of folks is I think where I draw the line.

Otherwise, I think I've grown into being able to be fine with ppl hating my favs/liking my hates, even if I might not connect on every point. Now THAT'S something we can agree to disagree on XD (and not like "I don't agree you're trans" or other shit things ppl try to use that phrase for lol)

[spiderwarden]

Breaking tumblr by confessing that my findings have me deducing she is bisexual with a preference for men.

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[rsxavior]

Astarion x Tav Headcanon

Tav will let Astarion feed on him every night if he could. He'll douse himself in potions to make it happen. All because he likes to see Astarion warm and happy. Astarion always looks more alive afterwards. He can breathe. There is a rare bit of color in his cheeks. He moves more fluidly and with confidence. For a small while Astarion can live free without his vampiric hunger gnawing at his gut and clouding his mind.

Astarion can feel more like a person, and not a dead thing at Cazador's beck and call. Being well fed helps him feel miles away from the person he was forced to be under his master.

So Tav will always offer even when it's stupid, even when it's unwise. Astarion will always make sure Tav drinks plenty of water and gets the sweetest food he can find in camp after he's drank from him.

[thatsrightice]

The real Joseph “Bubbles” Payne Jr. was born in Coblenz, Germany to a WWI Army nurse and Captain Joseph H. Payne of the Allied Army of Occupation. The couple moved to Kentucky when Bubbles was a baby.

I can only imagine how hard he tried to keep his birthplace a secret. It wasn’t like he was German, in fact, his parents were active in the fight against them, but that doesn’t change people’s opinions when they hear where he’d been born. Especially RAF officers and others who don’t know Bubbles personally.

However, I do know that his best friend, Harry Crosby, would absolutely go off on anyone who tried to talk bad about Bubbles (especially if it was over where he was born like that’s just petty).

[weird-an]

The truth is: Steve Harrington fell for Billy Hargrove dick first, heart second.

[quinloki]

Marco, Marco, Marco

Based off this

Written off the cuff, so forgive me.

cw: fingering, three Marcos - idk what they're aged int the art, but I assume 19, 25-30?, and 45

You're on the bed, legs open. The eldest Marco is behind you, hands over your chest, holding you and teasing your nipples idly. Gently. It's persistent, but it almost relaxes you more than winds you up. How he does it is a mystery.

Middle Marco is between your knees, with the youngest Marco in front of him. He has his hands over his younger self's hands.

"I'm going to guide your hands, like this, and if you touch her," he places the younger's hands on the inside of your thighs, sliding them slowly up to your hips. "… this way… feel that little shudder? Yeah, and then this," he guides the other's thumbs up, pressing and stroking your labia.

"And then," he guides the younger one's thumbs to spread your lips, and leans down with him, blowing cool air onto your wet shivering folds. The chill and the attention, three sets of eyes on you no less, pulls a muffled, but noticeable moan from you.

"- Oh, we all heard that." The eldest says, his voice warm against your back.

The youngest pouts. "You can be louder than that, you know."

"Certainly," The middle one assures him. "Put your thumb here, yeah, just like that, and move it in circles." The soft gasp tumbles from your lips but he keeps the younger focused. "Take those two fingers and push right in. Don't worry, our pretty bird is dripping."

They help you keep your legs open as the 19 year old version of your long time love's fingers are guided into your pussy. They'll play at "teaching" him for hours if left to it, exploring every inch of you, inside and out, bringing you to the edge a few times before granting you sweet relief.

Who knew how long the devil fruit ability would last? Who expected it to effect Marco this way?

Seas protect you, all you had to do was moan one name, sweat upon your lips, and three eager mouths would devour you.

Need more multi-Marcos? Check out @zoros-sheath's Kinktober that has it =3

[gomzdrawfr]

🌟in every universe🪐